[ the frustrating thing is he could just fix it. If he had the full depth of his Grace, it would only take a soft smack to the forehead and the man’s blood pressure issues would be taken care of. At least for a while, before it builds back up.

As he is, trying to cure every patient he sees would have him utterly drained and spiraling into a sickly decline by midday. Best to save his powers for the most critical of cases. Were he to loop Dean into the issue, Castiel’s sure he’d order him to stay away from the clinics entirely, but standing by when he could be helping has never been his forte. ]

As “they” say, you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t force it to hydrate. [ a beat, Castiel’s eyes thoughtfully on the ceiling, and he mutters. ] Though, I suppose you could with an IV, or gastrointestinal intubate.

[ then, abruptly adding - ] But, we would not violate patient rights by forcing fluids on them. [ no matter how freaking stupid they’re being about staying alive. ANYWHO. ]

Thank you, Nadine. Have your patients given you much trouble today?